Chapter 452 Global Announcement (Part 2)

November 24, Thursday, sunny.

Rongfei 919 Factory, in the huge hangar.

Two J-20s have completed all preparations.

The spare one was towed to the corner to avoid being photographed.

Wang De, wearing an orange-yellow work suit and a helmet, stood on the belly of the Dragon, and the work board in his hand was ticked one by one.

A pilot who was selected from the best and the strongest in the army, holding a helmet, was confirming the whole process of the "first flight" with the staff.

If Zhou Rui was here, he would recognize that this was the one who "escorted with live ammunition" and won the first kill of the fifth-generation aircraft in the world.

He is also one of the pilots who is most familiar with the "Dragon". After a long period of running-in, he and this "Dragon" have become old friends.

But this time, the old friend has a new change, with black lines painted on it, which looks a bit special.

The pilot looked up at the "Dragon" and was a little dazed.

Wang De said, "Don't worry, there is no problem with the fuselage. Engineer Zhou knocked it."

The pilot was stunned, and his heart became calmer: "So that's the case. Engineer Zhou is here too? But I'm not nervous, but excited."

Wang De nodded: "Good luck!"

The pilot nodded, climbed the ladder, sat in the cockpit, lowered the canopy, and gave a thumbs up.

The repair team gradually left, leaving all the space for the J-20 facing the hangar door.

Outside the hangar, the military's dedicated photographer has already pointed the camera at the closed door.

On TV nationwide, Yangma's 1, 7, and 10 channels had started broadcasting special programs half an hour ago, all of which were related to national defense and aviation.

And at 13:55, a special live broadcast was suddenly inserted.

The closed hangar appeared on the TVs of thousands of households.

"Dear audience, I am now in Rongcheng, Sichuan Province, attending a special first flight ceremony"

"Our reporter reports that today, our army"

"Behind me now is"

Some people are slurping noodles, some are slacking off, some are chatting, and some are in a daze.

They all felt that the images on TV seemed very important.

Similarly, these public channels were also captured by various intelligence agencies around the world at almost the same time, and they all turned their attention to the city of Rongcheng in the Republic.

Some were shocked, some were gloomy, and some were disdainful.

But no matter how the outside world speculated, it would not affect the people in Factory 919.

In the hangar, Wen Hongqi shouted into the microphone: "Engine cold start!"

The tail nozzle of the Weilong was slightly retracted and adjusted, and the scorching flame ignited from it.

"Attention, all units, open the hangar door!"

The two steel doors slowly opened.

The hangar, which was not originally dim, was set off by the dazzling sunlight outside the door, like a sharp contrast between night and day.

A bright gap continued to expand, and finally revealed the runway and blue sky behind it.

It was like an open gate to heaven.

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Far away from the runway, the filming team aimed the camera at the open hangar.

A silver-gray behemoth with black lines appeared before their eyes.

The voices of the reporters became louder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what is slowly driving out now is a twin-engine heavy stealth fighter independently developed and produced by my country, and it is also the most advanced fifth-generation fighter in the world."

As the entire body of "Vigorous Dragon" walked out of the hangar, there were bursts of exclamations from the stands.

"It's so big!"

"Is this our fifth-generation aircraft?"

"So beautiful, so beautiful!"

Yu Shu clenched his fists tightly, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

He, an ordinary person, also had the opportunity to participate in such a great project.

Zhou Rui smiled and applauded.

"Pa", "Pa", "Pa"

The applause was gentle at first, as if everyone was still in shock, and finally became rapid and enthusiastic.

The audience gave their applause generously, even though the "Veryon" in the distance could not hear it.

The "Veryon" slowly stopped in the middle of the runway, and the engine behind it was getting hotter and hotter. The high-temperature air caused some visual fluctuations in the tail.

Many people think that it is already a great thing that the "Veryon" can be publicly unveiled and take off smoothly.

Most viewers, including the millions of people in front of the TV, cannot perceive the specific parameters and understand its advanced level.

In the eyes of many people, the most advanced things in the Republic are at most second-rate in the world.

But this time, it is really going to "show the sword".

After receiving instructions from the tower, the pilot was ready to give the world a little shock of the times, and pressed the "Four Elephants Stealth Start" button in the cockpit.

There was no buzzing, no vibration, but everyone's mind imitated the sound effects full of technology.

I saw a wave of fish scales on the surface of the Veryon surging rapidly, covering the whole body in less than a second.

This 2-meter-long, 88-meter-wingspan, 69-meter-high giant instantly changed its surface from metallic silver-gray to a dazzling mirror color.

The black stripes on its body did not reduce the beauty of the mirror color, but added a mysterious color to the "Very Dragon".

"Fuck!"

"Oh my god! What is this!"

"What happened? How did this happen!"

"WTF!"

"Masaka!"

In the stands, behind the TV screen, all over the world.

Countless people seemed to have their brains paused.

What technology is this?

Is this technology that should exist on Earth?

What route? What effect? ​​What function?

Questions, doubts, suspicions

Surprise, amazement, exclamation

The calmest people in the stands are probably the people of the "Four Elephants Material Project Team".

Han Ziyin whispered: "I still think it looks best when it is pure mirror color."

Zhou Rui smiled and said: "A little bit of disguise, let them guess."

Yes, let them guess.

Not only the global intelligence agencies, those military fans scratched their heads, and those ordinary audiences were incredible.

Those children who accidentally switched to Yangma thought they were watching cartoons in a trance.

In the camera, the reporter's voice was trembling, and it took a long time to organize the language: "The J-20 uses a brand-new stealth technology, which has a stealth performance far exceeding the current fifth-generation aircraft. This is a completely independent new technology route of our country."

Due to his profession, he can only express it in official and rigorous language.

But in his heart, he just wanted to shout: Damn awesome! ! !

After two minutes of static display of the "mirror color" mode, the tail flame behind the Weilong became thicker and thicker.

With the permission of the tower, the pilot began to accelerate.

The acceleration was so rapid and so smooth.

In just a few hundred meters, it rushed into the sky with unparalleled power.

Zhou Rui, who was very familiar with his big baby, frowned slightly, thinking that the organization still had a trick up its sleeve. The take-off distance was as long as about 400 meters. The strength of the Weilong, the take-off distance on the ground should be about 280 meters.

This is another smoke bomb, should it be to conceal the adaptability of the aircraft carrier?

Of course, ordinary people can't feel this difference, just cheering to accompany the "Weilong" to raise its head.

The moment the "Weilong" raised its head and rushed into the sky, a drooping old man in the first row suddenly stood up.

Mi San saluted the sky with a smile.

There is no explanation, no meaning, but at this moment, only this action can express his joy and excitement.

An old soldier beside him was clearly confused, but when he saw Brother Mi's straight back, some blurred images surged in his mind.

What were those? I can't remember.

He struggled to stand up from the wheelchair.

Mi San helped him and whispered, "Can you still stand up, old man?"

The old soldier didn't answer, but stood up tremblingly and stubbornly.

He raised his hand like Brother Mi and saluted the sky.

He couldn't see clearly what was flying in the sky.

In the chaotic and decadent thoughts, the faces of comrades appeared inexplicably.

Those old friends who were braver and more heroic than him, but who didn't see the new republic even once.

The old soldiers in the first row, no one commanded, no one ordered.

Some struggled to stand up, and some could only stand up straight in the wheelchair.

Salute to the sky.

They were not saluting the pilots.

Nor were they saluting the Weilong.

They were saluting the motherland, which had been getting better and better after nearly a century.